The Greek's Pregnant Bride

She’d been a revelation.

And now he got to experience and taste her all over again.

But this time there would be no pain. Only pleasure.

Wrapping an arm around her and cradling the back of her head with his other hand, he pulled her flush against him and slanted his mouth over the soft, plump lips he’d spent the past two months dreaming about.

She sighed into him and rested her hands on his shoulders, her nails digging into him as her lips parted to allow his tongue to sweep into her warmth.

He stroked her back, up and down, exploring the silky skin anew, then down her sides to the top of her stockings.

She broke the kiss, nuzzling her mouth against his jaw and down into his neck, her hair tickling him.

‘You taste divine,’ she murmured, the first words she’d uttered since she’d left the bathroom.

made his

hair and tugged it back gently so he could look

forward to kiss him, deeply, passionately, her hands crawling up

on him, enabling him to pull the straps down her arms and discard

size, their taste, the way his hands could cup them perfectly, everything about them. Pregnancy had swollen them. He didn’t know if it was a trick of the light but her dusky nipples seemed darker than he remembered, contrasting

who knew Alessandra’s breasts were

was because his child was growing inside her

dipped his head and captured one

arching her back to thrust her chest

her, his free hand roaming until he found the clasp of

he’d acquired over the years gone. It was as if he’d

his senses with her sultry, sweet taste,

suspender belt, he tugged at a stocking and felt the material rip in his fingers. He grabbed the material of the other and did the same, then clasped her bottom and leaned forward, using his strength to lay her flat on her back. The movement caused the bed sheet to fall from his lap, freeing his erection which brushed against her thigh, sending

noting everything, from her short, shallow breaths to the